Pulling away, she grinned up at me. "Don't eat without me, please!" Then spun off, racing towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. Moments later her squeals of delight could be heard with the rush of water.
Snickering, I glanced back at my soulmate, my laughter trailing off at the predatory stare he instantly captured me in. I licked my lips, feeling the need to run, marveling at the way he heightened all my senses.
Nodding at the platter of buttery golden brown pastries that appeared to be filled with various types of custards and jams, I teased him, "So the thief became the chef?"
He grinned, wiping his shirt and flour covered hands off on a wet towel before throwing it back down on the counter. He stalked towards me while he answered. "Of course I did. I had to work every summer until I reached maturity in Drey's kitchens as my punishment for my thievery."
I backed away slyly, clutching my mug to my chest to hide the way his prowling made my body tremble. "Alas it still did not cure your habit of thieving pastry?"
His hair fell across his brow, pausing to assess me. "It did not."
"You must have been up all night baking…did you not sleep at all?" I said breathily, damn my body for betraying me to this shifter.
Emon's eyes glowed brighter at the sound, his nostrils flaring at the scent of my increasing need for him. A need that I both feared and prayed would never leave me.
His grin widened and his fangs lengthened past his lips. I shivered at the memory of what he did with them last night, my body clenching hard now with raging need. Sensing the danger, I shifted to move quickly, but I was no match for his speed, not this time anyway.
Squealing much like our daughter had moments before, the world spun before I was pressed up against the frigid steel of the ice box while the hot body of my shifter growled sexily down at me.
Through disheveled hair, Emon slowly raised my cup up to his own lips. Somehow, he had managed to take it from me and not spill a single drop. Now it was his turn to watch me over the rim as his hard thigh wedged deliciously between my legs, lifting me to his own eye level.
"You keep forgetting that your soulmate is a shifter, little umbra. I am faster and more efficient than any other fae you have ever known." Tipping the cup back, he drank deeply and then set it down on the counter beside us before gripping my hair with his clawed hand, tilting my head back to slam his lips against mine.
Shocked, I moaned loudly when the spiced hot chocolate filled my mouth forcing me to swallow hard before his tongue swooped in to claim it for his own. He was devouring me so thoroughly that I could feel the scrape of his beard against my flushed skin, the hard length of him pressing into me, sending my core into euphoric spasms while I clutched desperately at the soft pink fabric of his shirt.
Pulling back, he released my hair, planting both his hands on either side of my face, while we shared the same gasping breaths.
Panting against my mouth, he purred. "Good morning my little soulmate goddess. "
I shivered at the sound of his dark husky voice. "Good morning, my soulmate king."
He chuckled and then ran his tongue sensually across my lips. "Drey also taught me how to make his award winning hot chocolate," he purred. "Tell me, little umbra, what tastes better…"
Kissing me slowly this time, his tongue swept inside my mouth like a dark caress and I arched further into him, needing to be closer, to bury myself beneath his skin, or at the very least beneath the damnable clothes he now wore.
Why choose this time to wear a goddess fucking shirt?
Groaning and releasing my mouth, Emon kissed sweetly along my jaw up to the shell of my ear whispering, "The hot chocolate or me?"
Blinking, it took a moment for my head to clear in order to completely understand what he was asking me. He chuckled, his lips descending on my skin again.
Swallowing, I breathily answered him. "You," I gasped quietly, as his silky lips grazed my collar bone. "Perhaps if you add in more spice next time it would have been closer."
Emon’s chest rumbled, rubbing his beard against my sensitive skin, knowing how it would send shivers down my spine. "I think…that perhaps the spice should stay with me…what do you think, my little umbra."
"I—-I think I'm okay with that," I whispered, reaching up and running my hands through his flour dusted hair.
His head pulled back to look at me then, his gold eyes shining with depths of happiness I could barely comprehend. "Today is a new day, which means, I get to tell you how much I love you all over again."
Captured by his purity, I stared at him before leaning forward to kiss his lips softly. "I love you too Emon."
He inhaled, wrapping his arms tightly around me, and I gasped when the world blurred, finding myself now perched on the cool marble countertop.
Watching my lips press into a thin line of disappointment, Emon laughed. Placing my mug back into my hands he leaned forward to kiss my forehead softly. "Our daughter has finished her shower."
Sighing shakily, I growled with irritation. "Then you shouldn't have started this."
Emon's eyes trailed over my aroused state—the way my chest rose and fell quicker than normal, my disheveled hair, the red flush of my skin that I knew still colored my cheeks.
